the night sand returns, exhausted
swallowed by the tide, it spends the evening
dancing in moon-sprinkled sea, tickling
the bellies of dreaming dolphins
slumbering in lulling waves
while I sleep, the night sand
makes mischief – chasing
seaweed swirling in the swell
slips through the oysters’ feathered gills
and whispers to slow-growing pearls
returns by dawn’s filtered light,
flung haphazard back to the shore,
leaves a line of debris tangled weed
where the tide clambered this morning,
higher than I’ve ever seen before
-Kim Morresey
"Kim Morresey lives and writes in the Coromandel. Living beside the wild sea and co-writing 4 books with her partner, feeds her love of words, storytelling and distilling life to its smallest part.
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